No Scrubs

As you might recall, I'm not teaching summer school this year. I need all my focus for my harassment suit against Don.

Anywho, it's nice to be away from school for a little bit. I can walk around and not worry if I have my keys. At school, we have to have our facility keys on our person at all times for security reasons. I can't get up from my desk and walk across the room without first checking for my keys. At Don's office, I found myself patting my pockets for my keys when I got up to go to the bathroom. That security protocol is so ingrained in me. Of course my keys are hanging at work in my lock box. Yea!

And I have emailed poor Carla who's doing summer school. She said she curses me under her breath every morning when she's getting dressed. She said she also finished "The Time Traveler's Wife" and cried her eyes out and then cursed me some more for not warning her that she would cry her eyes out. Sucks to be her!

My kids at school aren't allowed to wear their own clothes. They wear surgeon's scrubs. These GED kids are all my students in art, but Justin was one of my quilting boys. I think it's hysterical the way the boys all try to look hard in their photos and if you knew them, they're just big goofy teenagers.

So my official theme song for this summer is.....No Scrubs.